Letting Off Some Steam

Isabella felt the sudden desire to grab hold of Bridgette and put the woman to the test right then and there but she restrained herself by thinking of how much more fun it would be to battle Bridgette inside that steel cage. "Oh I am quite sure, fighting really is the best way to get to know someone, sex being a close second but I feel like fighting suits you and I best."

She had her answer and now Isabella sat back against the cushioned booth with her left leg crossed over top of her right and her hands clasped over her waist, turning her gaze upon Rosaria. "Great, Rosaria here will go have them prepare the cage for us." Rosaria's eyes snapped to Isabella upon hearing that, she had not been told that would be her job, but she then smiled and went off to have the club owner set everything up. Isabella could just see the man when Rosaria delivered the news and she could have sworn he jumped six feet into the air in delight.

"As for your question I figured we would just get in there and do whatever came natural to us, but if you'd like to add something please speak your mind."

"Just natural huh?" Bridgette smirked. "That sounds good," she nodded.

While she didn't came here to fight someone, the redhead felt like she couldn't refuse such a delicious offer from Isabella. A potentially strong fighter like the white haired beauty, with a dazzling look on top of that, was just too inviting to be passed on. Just the thought of tussling around with Isabella already got her all fired up. This might be a nice warm up before she kick started her career in AFW through a match.

"Nothing to add, I guess. Let's just have some fun."

"I get the feeling you're very much a straight forward kind of woman Bridgette...and I like that about you." Isabella said after hearing the woman's answer, pleased to have found someone who didn't play games and cut straight to the point unlike some stubborn British woman she knew. Looking up past Bridgette she could see Rosaria waving for them to come on over, the manager to the club standing beside her and talking to the referee whose job was simply to close and open the cage door.

"Ah it seems Rosaria has come through in record time, she fails to impress." She said as she slid out from the booth and rose to her feet. "Now best not to keep them waiting, I bet the whole club is already placing bets somehow, the manager here does work quickly when it comes to monetary matters."

"Oh yeah, I don't like doing things the roundabout ways most of the times," Bridgette chuckled at Isabella's words. "Great, let's get on it then."

She would follow the white haired beauty towards the ring where the action would take place, her excitement burning inside her. Fighting inside a club like this wasn't something new to her, but the opponent for tonight was quite special. A fellow AFW wrestler like Isabella wasn't they type of person she'd normally meet in this kind of ring, after all. She felt like she had the urge to dash towards the cage and start as soon as possible.

Isabella too felt a yearning to make a run for the cage as if it's door would close shut to them if she took too long, but she kept her pace at a casual walk so that she didn't seem too eager to Bridgette or any of the crowd already looking their way. Upon reaching the steps up into the octagon shaped cage she stopped and glanced down at her dress.

"Now even I can't fight in this." She said before pulling the straps of her dress down over her shoulders and then wiggling her way out of it so that her dress dropped down around her feet. Underneath she had worn a pair of tight shorts and a practical black bra that didn't look like it would come off too easily. She kicked off her shoes and once barefoot stepped past Rosaria, giving her a playful pat on the head as she passed, and entered the cage.

Fortunately for Bridgette, her outfit was more fitting for a fight and she didn't have to make any adjustment. The redhead walked past Isabella and entered the ring while the white haired girl removed a couple pieces of her clothes. She looked around the cage for a bit before stretching herself, ignoring any whistles and the likes from the crowds while doing so. It's been a while since her last fight inside a cage, so she was quite pumped up already.

Isabella looked even more appetizing now in her "battle outfit", and the beautiful figure of her would be opponent was the only thing she fixed her gaze upon. Bridgette licked her lips as she imagined how things would go once they started, pretty eager to get a taste of Isabella's strength and delicious body all the same.

Once she was properly dressed for a fight Isabella ascended the steel steps two at a time and stepped inside the cage, the door closing shut behind her with the soft clanking of the lock being slid into place coming a few seconds afterward. She flashed Bridgette a quick grin before turning her attention to the crowd of people surrounding the cage on all sides, taking note of just how much larger this group seemed to be as opposed to the one for the previous fight. It didn't surprise her though, anyone with half a brain could see the two women now inside the cage were leagues above the normal crop of fighters who occupied it, well at least Isabella was. She would put Bridgette to the test and see if she was truly as good as she seemed to be, if she wasn't then Isabella would just have to be content with the joy she would get out of picking her apart.

Isabella cast a sideways glance down at Rosaria who had already folded Isabella's dress and was holding it in her arms. If Bridgette hadn't caught her attention as she had Isabella would have likely sent Rosaria into the cage to fight her, letting Isabella watch from the outside, but with Bridgette she wanted to personally experience what the woman could do and so this time she would take the imitative.

As she walked around the edge of the cage Isabella did what little stretching she needed, twisting her upper body left and right while the crowd whistled and cheered at the barely clothed woman. "So anything goes sounds good to you right? Just do whatever feels natural to you, show me what it is that makes you you."

"Heh, sure thing," Bridgette smirked at Isabella's words. "Hopefully it's not too much for you, darling," the redhead grinned.

She did some stretching herself, not wanting to get silly injury from the lack of warm ups, especially after that little drinking game of theirs. Once she felt like she's set to go, Bridgette would stand on the center of the ring so she and Isabella could get the match underway. The excitement inside her kept building up, but she'd try to compose herself a little.

When the white haired beauty was ready to start, she would get closer immediately to her opponent for a lockup. There's no better way to start the fight than a test of strength, or so she thought, and Isabella seemed big enough to provide a good challenge. Bridgette would push with just about half her strength as a starter, though, only adding more pressure gradually when she felt necessary.

Isabella burst into laughter when she heard Bridgette's little jest, nearly doubling over as she clutched her stomach with Rosaria blinking in surprise outside the cage at just how loud her friend was being. "I don't know if you're a light drinker or what but that was funny Bridgette, go ahead and give me all you have and if its too much I will let you know." Isabella replied with a wide grin of her own while she finished her stretching, raising her arms high above her head which just so happened to bounce her breasts ever so gently.

Turning to look down at Rosaria she motioned for her to start the match, the other woman making her way over to the announcer who promptly rang the bell signaling the start of the fight. The crowd grew louder now that the action was set to begin but Isabella didn't pay them any attention, her eyes focused entirely on Bridgette as the woman strolled across the cage with her hands raised. "A test of strength huh? Sure why not." She said before meeting Bridgette in the middle of the cage, their hands coming together as each of them began to push, Isabella matching what Bridgette was putting out but not trying to overpower her just yet.

"Hmmph, you think that's funny? Just wait until I'm done with you," Bridgette taunted as she locked hands with Isabella.

Obviously she's not being all that serious with her words, although it's amusing to see the white haired girl laughed heartily like that. Bridgette, for the time being, would just focus herself to subdue Isabella, though. It didn't look like it's going to be easy, but who said she wanted it easy?

As Isabella matched her in strength, Bridgette would pour more into the lockup. She'd start pushing significantly harder all of a sudden, wanting to see how her opponent would cope with it.